Getting to know my stepmom

[joe432]

Talking in a PM I had an idea for an RP. Its not something I'm traditionally interested in but the more I thought about it the more I want to explore the idea. After a few back and forth messages the woman I was talking to lost interest, her loss is your gain.

I would play a 28yr old guy named Joe, who recently moved in with his dad and step mom after breaking up with his fiance (she kept their shared apartment). Joe could've easily gotten another apartment in the city but the truth was he didn't want to be alone. So he decided that leaving the hustle and bustle of the city for his parents home in the suburbs would help him clear his head and move on with the next chapter of his life. His dad and step mom were more than happy to help him through this tough time.

What I am looking for in my ideal partner:
A woman around her late 40's to 50's wanting to explore this stepmom/stepson dynamic. Someone who is detailed and takes pleasure in creating a long narrative together. Ideally I'd like a woman who is playing herself in this role. I'd like to adapt the story to her wants, desires, body composition, and needs as well as mine and hopefully we can get some fulfillment together.

 

[joe432]

Unfortunately Joe left behind his well paying corporate job. Joe didn't want to be considered one of those freeloading millennial's, so he had spent the last several days after moving in, searching for a new job. He had gotten a couple of interviews and it was after one such interview that our story begins. The interview had actually been cut short due to a scheduling conflict with the employer.

As Joe was heading back home through the light afternoon traffic he thought about how he would spend his Thursday evening. More than likely he would end up at the local bar drowning his misery away next to his high school classmates who never left their hometown. It wasn't a promising evening but it helped Joe forget about his ex.

Joe's mind began to drift back to her as he pulled into his family's driveway. It was around 1:30, he had mentioned to his stepmom that he would be back by 4:30. He thought about leaving and starting his drinking early, Joe wanted to respect his parents privacy but he figured she wouldn't mind him home early. Joe's stepmom wasn't the most affectionate woman, which was a good thing because Joe found himself attracted to her. She seemed to keep her distance and Joe tried to keep his as well.

She had married Joe's dad when Joe was 13 and even then Joe admired her beauty. Joe would chuckle to himself sometimes, like father like son. Once or twice during his teenage years she had even been the star of a wet dream of his. Luckily things had never been awkward between them just not especially warm.

Joe noticed the house was empty as he walked in and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. As he was walking through the hallway towards the stairs he heard the sound of music coming from outside and decided to see what his stepmom was up to. From the sliding door at the end of the dining room Joe could see his stepmom sunbathing, listening to music as she had done numerous times before. What made him stop short of the door though was the fact that she was doing so topless.

Joe was shocked because she was a very modest woman. He stood there taking the curves of her breasts in. Joe had seen them once before but only a glimpse, when he had forgotten to knock before entering his parents bedroom. Joe couldn't take his eyes away, looking over her body in the warm sun. Soon he began to feel his dick thicken against his right leg.

 

[joe432]

Joe continued to stare at his stepmom’s body, too aroused to just turn away and go about his own business. “Maybe I should go to the kitchen and make some noise to let her know I’m home” Joe thought to himself while watching his stepmom’s hips move with the song on the radio. Her bikini bottom was a tiny dark green cloth that left little to the imagination. Joe began to feel his cock press against his boxer briefs, aching to be let free. An idea then formed in Joe’s mind, it was very risky but the thought of her catching him aroused Joe even more he discovered.

Joe took a step back and to the side to get the perfect view of his step mom. He rolled up his dress shirt sleeves, took off his tie, and slid his zipper down. Joe then pulled his swollen memeber out of his dress pants. Fully hard now, Joe placed his fingers on the underside of his cock, just below his head, he then slid his fingers down his shaft a couple of times. The combination of his Step mom’s body, her catching him, and the idea of her seeing his cock was exhilarating. Pre cum had begun to collect on the tip of Joe’s head, he wiped it with his fore finger and rubbed it on the underside of his shaft.

The pre cum lubed up the most sensitive part of Joe’s cock and he began to move his fingers faster up and down his shaft, holding it tighter. Joe began to envision his step mom tugging on his cock, her breasts bouncing freely as she tugged. In Joe’s head her voice began encouraging him to “cum for her” and “blow his seed on her chest”. Joe was right on the edge of orgasm. His fingers moved faster, focusing on the most sensitive spot on his cock, just behind his head. Joe’s hips began to thrust. His eyes watched as her nipples hardened with the breeze. With that Joe peaked.

It was one of the most intense orgasms Joe had ever experienced, his entire body tightened with pleasure. Joe began to feel light headed and almost fell as he glanced down to look at the mess he made. Joe was still rubbing his cock as ripples of pleasure pulses through him. The pleasure soon turned to sensitivity and Joe stopped rubbing, coming down from his high.

 

[joe432]

Joe looked down again as the last wave of his powerful orgasm was fading away. He was first surprised by how big his load was then worried he wouldn't be able to clean it up without his stepmom noticing when she came in. Joe quickly put his cock away and went to his bedroom to grab a towel. As he came back down the steps Joe heard his stepmom in the kitchen, she greeted him at the bottom. She was dressed in her beach robe but Joe could see her hard nipples pushing against the fabric.

"Hey Joe, your back early. How did that interview go?" Joe quickly moved the towel to cover the wet spot of fresh cum on his dress pants. "It went well I guess. The interviewers had to cut the interview short because of a meeting but they seemed interested in me." Joe's stepmom gave a small smile "Hopefully you hear back from them." "Did you just get home?" she then asked glancing down at the towel in Joe's hand. "Yeah, I just pulled in" Joe quickly replied "I spilled a drink in my car and grabbed a towel to clean it up" he awkwardly added. Joe hoped she didn't notice his tie left on the dining room table.

"Ok I came in to grab a drink. I'm heading back outside to soak up more sun, if you need anything." Joe's stepmom replied as she started back down the hall towards the dining room. Joe quickly made his way out to his car, got in the drivers seat and started cleaning off his pants, to keep up his cover. He started pondering what his stepmom had said "I'm heading back outside to soak up more sun...if you need anything". Did she really pause before adding "if you need anything" or was it just in his head.

 

[kimberlee]

My name is Kimberly Johnson. I'm 48 years old and married to John who is 49. I married him when I was 33. Don't get me wrong, I knew he wanted me to be a trophy wife when he proposed; but, in the early years I had held some illusions that our relationship would deepen over time and that his son, Joe, might even come to see me as a mother figure. Instead, matters became routine and comfortable between John and me and I doubt Joe ever saw me as anything other than his father's wife. Joe never approached me with sensitive questions that a son might ask his mother - not that John encouraged either of us to act in such a fashion.

These days, I go regularly to the gym to keep fit. I've made girlfriends my age who also take aerobics and yoga classes. My life has become horribly predictable and I'm starting to suspect that John is having an affair. There's nothing specific I can point at that tells me this is so, just a gut feeling.

Joe recently broke up with his fiancée and - strangely enough - moved back in with us.

No one's home today other than myself. The gym class instructor had to cut the class short so I decided to catch some rays - and since I'm all alone, I decided to see about removing tan-lines.

I dosed off briefly as I laid listening to music, my body absorbing the warmth of the summer sun. I rose, grabbed a beach robe and entered the house through the dining room door.

"What the...?" I mumbled to myself as I stepped into a pile of goo. It was a milky white color whatever it was. Could I have spilled some lotion? I doubted I'd have spilled that much lotion without noticing it. I dabbed my fingers into it and smelled it. I was surprised to find that I'd stepped in cum.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a soda as I wondered who had apparently shot a load while - I could only imagine - watching me sunbathing. I've recently found that I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak and the thought of a man stroking himself while looking at my exposed body sent a thrill through me.

I heard steps on the stairs and approached the bottom. I was surprised to see my step-son, Joe, there. He looked nervous as he quickly moved the towel he was holding to cover himself - but not before I saw a spot of white on his dress pants. I realized that my robe was covering my body but hinted quite strongly as to what was hidden beneath and my nipples - still feeling aroused from earlier - were poking at the fabric. The fact that my adult stepson had been jerking off while watching me further stimulated me.

"You're home early. How did that interview go?" I asked.

He told me he was hopeful and that he thought things looked good.

I asked if he'd just returned, knowing he had to have been here for some amount of time. He assured me that he'd just pulled up. As I glanced at the towel he held, he hurriedly explained that he'd spilled a drink in his car and had come in to get something to clean up the mess.

I told him I had just come in to get a drink and that I was heading back to soak up some more sun and that if he needed anything...

I went back onto the deck and removed my robe. I laid down once again wondering if he'd return to watch me again. my bikini bottoms were soaking wet as my nipples hardened at the thought of him pulling on his cock while looking at me. After a while, I thought the bottoms needed to go. They showed off just how wet I was - and besides, they added tan-lines - so I removed them and tossed them onto my robe.

 

[joe432]

Joe waited out in the car for a few more minuets to legitimize his story about cleaning up his spilled drink. All the while worrying if his stepmom, Kim, had noticed his cum on the floor when she walked past it. He felt very embarrassed about what he had done and thought about how awkward it would be living with his dad and stepmom if they found out.

The thought was unbearable and Joe hurried back into the house to clean up his mess in the dining room. Without even looking outside Joe ran over to his mess to clean it up, to his horror he noticed she had stepped in one of his puddles. Joe froze thinking of the repercussions of her finding out. After some time of just staring at the disturbed puddle, thinking, Joe started wiping it up. He wiped up the whole area with the towel but he could still see where it had started to dry, so he went to the kitchen and grabbed a clorox wipe and cleaned up the rest. Joe went back into the kitchen again to dispose of the wipe and realized he had forgot the towel and his tie in the dining room.

This time when Joe went back to the dining room, he glanced out the sliding door and stopped in his tracks. Joe blinked a few times to make sure this was real. His stepmom was sunning like before, only now she was laying on her stomach, completely naked. She had even moved her tanning chair, so from the sliding door Joe had a perfect view of her rounded ass. Her legs spread open almost as if she was giving Joe a sneak peak at her swollen lips. Joe's heart began to beat faster as he enjoyed the view of her body.

"This can't be happening" Joe thought to himself, "Its almost like she wanted me to see her like this" his mind continued. "She would never do that. Do you know how crazy that sounds?" "This must be a dream or something" Joe's mind added. He walked all the way up to the door, his hardening cock touched the door before he stopped. Joe took a step back and began to play with his cock through his pants, gently rubbing the side with his thumb and fingers. His stepmom turned her head back, as if looking at the door. Joe darted to the side, hiding behind the wall.

He peeked his head out to see what she was doing. Joe's stepmom was still on her stomach but had moved her legs up and was on her knees now. Her head against the tanning chair and her hand between her legs, gently massaging. Joe's pants had fallen to the floor as he began to stroke his fully hard cock a second time to his stepmom's body.

 

[kimberlee]

I laid on my stomach feeling the warmth of the sun's rays sinking into my skin as I listened to my music - casting occasional furtive glances toward the sliding door attached to the deck. Though I was shamelessly exposing myself for whomever might pass the door, I was seriously having second thoughts on my actions.

What will Joe think of me if he sees me lying in the nude out here? I wondered to myself. Then I recalled stepping into the puddle of ejaculate earlier and pushed my worries aside for a while. Had Joe really been jerking off to the sight of me, earlier? I had to admit that the thought of a younger man finding me to be sexually desirable had my heart skipping a beat.

At the thought of my step-son watching me, I began to consider what he'd be seeing. I moved my towel so that the sight of my body would be more watcher-friendly. The down-side was that my looks to see whether he was watching or not was made more obvious. As a result, I decided not to cast those glances. After all, I was getting off on the thought of him masturbating to the sight of me - not watching him watch me as he stroked his meat.

I lost track of time as I relaxed focusing on the music and enjoying the warmth of the day.

I heard a soft sound - something akin to the latch on the slide door being nudged. I turned my head to look at the door then. I caught a movement of shadows as though one was hurrying to evade my sight.

So, he had returned after all. The idea that he had likely been playing with himself when the sound had been made sent a thrill through my body and I found myself moving into a yoga position - child's pose - which had me resting my butt slightly above my feet and my upper body resting forward with my arms laid back beside my legs.

My brain was of two minds. One wished to masturbate myself as Joe watched. The other refused to give in to my baser self and instead offer him the sight of the female form as it moved through a number of yoga's many positions.

After holding child's pose for a count of thirty, I moved into the plank form and held it for another thirty. I altered my form into downward facing dog - which when achieved had my body in an inverted V with my hips at the apex and my legs and upper body forming the two sides. I held this position for ten seconds. I continued moving through some of the forms until I finally stood greeting the day with my arms raised and my head back.

I then took up my beach robe and tied it on. I picked my bikini and rolled it up with my towel. I took my time as I prepared to return to the house. I think my jutting nipples were the only telling sign that I was feeling highly aroused.